A/N: Hey guys, so I wrote this in a notebook some time ago (3-4 years?) and I'm just now getting around to typing it up, revising it, and uploading. Yup.

So this is supposed to turn out as a dark!doctor (11) fic, so hopefully I can steer it that way over the next few chapters and obviously The Doctor will be acting OOC. Sorry. Not really. I'm basing my prompt off of the darker Chameleon Circuit songs, so go check them out as well. This was supposed to be an alternate dream lord type scenario thing, but we'll see how it pans out.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, Matt Smith or anything else in this fic. BBC controls all that nonsense.

So... here we go

Chapter 1

Flames consumed everything in sight. My home, my life, is taking light. I run slowly, so slowly, like running through thick sludge, all the while trying to escape the masses of merciless metal exclaiming ruthlessly, "EXTERMINATE!"

Deep under the mountains of Alfava Metraxis in the tunnels built by the Aplan, all the statues seemed to stare at me as I wandered aimlessly through the corridors of the Maze of the Dead with a distinct feeling of unease in my stomach. I began to blink and the uneasiness turned to dread. Each and every statue had only one head! Aplans had two! Spinning, and watching each one while trying to find an escape and keep my eyes open my eyes accidentally blinked. I felt a touch and the world went black.

A distant echo of a familiar gravelly voice resounds through my ears, "This is what we have seen, Doctor…"

I sat up with a gasp as I scanned the dark recesses of my room in the TARDIS. Just a dream, I thought to myself. I massage the back of my neck, eleven lives; ten regenerations. It's taken a lot out of me. I'm not as young as I once was. Thinking back to my dream; nor as innocent. Groggily I fumbled with the door knob and stumbled to the bathroom where I splashed cold water on my face. Well, when I say cold… Well, considering running water in deep space… freezing. Looking up into the mirror I realized I'm doing pretty well for 907 years old, getting younger all the time I acknowledge with a grin and a wink. I try to comb my unruly dark brown hair, but the hair won. Again. Sighing, I put my comb back in the cabinet behind the mirror where it belongs. I'd slept in my clothes. Again. The lack of sleep has been catching up to me, I think as I straighten my bowtie. "Bowties are definitely cool" I mumble, and agree with a nod and a smirk.

After freshening up I head out to the TARDIS's main console room. I spend most of my time here, sometimes on the comfy seat by the rail or on the stairs or even in the swing under the floor, contemplating, thinking, waiting for whatever adventure today will bring. This morning I'm settled in the comfy chair. Well, when I say today… we don't have an actual day and night system, it's just when everybody goes to bed and wakes up.

Speaking of waking up, I look up to notice Amelia Pond walk into the room, still dressed in her red flannel PJ's. Today her long strawberry red hair is held back by a white elastic headband. From behind her a still half asleep Rory in PJ's as well, a uni shirt and plaid pants, emerges from the hall. "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Pond!" I greet them cheerfully as Rory stifles a yawn. Amelia, on the other hand, is wide awake and ready for the day. "Good morning!" she replies with a grin, her Scottish accent prevalent as always. "What shenanigans shall we get ourselves caught up in today?" Amy inquires.

"Well," I reply, "I know of a planet with mountains made of diamonds. Or we could visit Earth's past and see how textbooks disagree with actual history." Looking up, Amy was waiting for me to mention something else and Rory stood with his eyes closed trying to achieve the feat of sleep standing up. "Or we could just take a trip to the kitchen to see what's for breakfast." I notice the pang in my own stomach. Rory's eyes snap open and nods fervently and turns on the spot and heads back down the hallway letting the TARDIS guide him to the kitchen.

"Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute. I just need to finish up some stuff here." I call after them, knowing full well they can care for themselves and don't need me. Once Amy and Rory was out of sight and earshot I settled back into my comfy chair and connected to the psychic network that connects me to the TARDIS. I uploaded my dreams, reviewing them and saving them into the TARDIS. I felt a slight disapproval from Her. Then I accessed the internet, one of my favorite advancements in the whole universe, because if one was connected psychically, like I am, then we can download coding for brain chemicals. Imagine downloading emotions, it's not really that, but if it helps. I did a quick mental search for sedatives, and the search engine came up with over five trillion results, but only three hundred fifty-two thousand, five hundred twenty-seven results were downloads for Calm. I chose a trusted illegal download provider, I'd been through this before, and downloaded Calm and saved it for later confident I would receive my intended result. My nerves were jittery still from the dream, it had really shook me up. After disengaging from the solid network connection trading it for a more loose psychic connection with the TARDIS, I stood up, stretched, and followed after Amy and Rory to the kitchen for breakfast and a good cup of tea.

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